When the going gets tough

Brave men come to mind
Those who did not budge
in front of whom
the wind had to bow down

but the eyes are heavy
and don't want to brighten up
they keep waiting
if something would come
and lit them up
too tired they are
to themselves brighten up

And they don't want to lit up
Easy, comfortably closed in darkness
What was there to run after so much

It's the soul that doesn't agree
again she pulled me
stretched the loaf of meat I had become

My hands, still numb
moved an inch by themselves
my limbs, no longer powerless
got a grip over earth
my eyes, still heavy, but
head was a little light.

I stood up straight.
Took sword in my hands
the king that I was
refuses to be in dark

He wishes to fight again
He is not done yet
His enemy won't have an easy let off

He moves to win again.